If I’d have worn a helmet every other boy in the neighborhood would’ve called me a homo or worse. I’ll bet you rode in the back of a pick-up truck, too and climbed trees, had dirt-clod wars, and did trick on bikes and jumped over ramps and hills.
All of the above. My Schwinn Stingray was the bomb.
Had a great Tree Fort too. Three stories with the lowest part fifteen feet off the ground. We built it out of whatever we could find. I can’t believe my Parents didn’t freak out when we got it done.
During the Summer, we had to be home by Dinner time. Up to that point my Parent’s had no idea where we were or what we were doing. It was the age of innocence, and it’s gone forever.
“If I’d have worn a helmet every other boy in the neighborhood would’ve called me a homo or worse.”
LOL
It would have been more dangerous back then to wear a helmet than not to.